Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2012 15:33:44 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 24
Rue Dauphine 24
Lance Kyle
But let's jump back a week...to the day after Scott and Sampson introduced
Adam to the joys of same sex love. The people in the house on Rue Dauphine
had a busy day caring for the new arrivals and carrying out their household
chores. Construction of the cisterns and shower/toilet facilities at the
Annex proceeded apace, so Adam, Moses, Elsie, and Mary remained in the main
house still, and to tell the truth did not seem to mind the arrangement.
King had been sleeping with the two women during this time, with the
assistance of Cloud a couple of times, and once Cleopatra and Delilah had
taken them in hand. This latter experiment was a success, but Elsie and
Mary tilted more toward the hetero side in their practices.
Scott and Cloud kept at their magical studies, now disappearing more often
into the secret cellar library. King remained the only member of the
household who knew about it, which he, Scott, and Cloud felt best. The
temporary fugitives who were lodged in quarters of the left wing attic
asked questions about their magical transformations—they had felt no
different, but could see the changes in others—and were given true but
brief answers. Best that if, heaven forbid, they were captured they could
only tell a tale that would seem fantastic and made up to the authorities.
Everyone was wrapping up another schoolroom session late that day.
Everyone was drifting downstairs, breaking up into pairs or more for the
night, and Scott was the last to leave the schoolroom when he found Elsie
and Mary just outside the door. He greeted them and they replied shyly,
heads down and embarrassed smiles on their faces.
"Masta Scott," began Elsie, "you ain' like us? You been wit everbody but
us now!" she blurted out, then put her hand over her mouth in
embarrassment. Mary dug her in the ribs but smiled, too.
"No, ladies, I've had my hands full," said Scott, slipping between them and
putting an arm around each. "And you haven't been here all THAT long," he
said. "How about tonight?" They both giggled but nodded in the
affirmative. So he led them both down the stairs and into his
bedroom—where he found James sitting cross-legged on his bed!
"Oh! Masta Scott, I was gonna ask, you wanna spend the night?" asked the
cheerful thirteen year old. Scott looked at Mary and Elsie questioningly.
Mary shrugged and nodded, Elsie said, "A'ight so long's we both get YOU,
Masta!" Mary laughed at that and James beamed.
The matter settled, James took the lead by bounding off the bed and
stripping off his clothes in a flash, baring his deep chocolate slim body
with its half erect penis bobbing out of a small nest of curly black pubic
hair. He helpfully began undressing Elsie while Mary and Scott disrobed
each other. Once they were all naked, Scott stepped back to admire the two
women. Both were very dark, the nearly coal black of Adam and Moses. Both
were of average height. Mary was thin, with pert round breasts the size
and shape of melons. She had a round, African face, with full lips curving
out like a trumpet, and a broad nose. Her hair was braided tightly and lay
close to her scalp. Her slim, rounded, boy's waist ended in a widened
pelvis that produced a sudden bubble butt with deliciously rounded buttocks
and strong legs below. Elsie was heavier, her breasts two firm shelves
ending in pointed nipples, a rounded belly and strong legs. Elsie's hair
was combed back in a shock gathered by a band in back. Her round face had
a broad nose, round cheeks, and full lips that were wide but flush with her
face. Mary had a small patch of dense pubic hair while Elsie's was a
little larger and more luxuriant.
"You mighty pretty, Masta," said Elsie, to which Mary added an enthusiastic
if shy assent. In reply Scott stepped over to Elsie and embraced her
tightly, squeezing her large breasts to his chest, his dusky rose erection
batting against her belly. He bent down and kissed the full, flat lips,
tongue probing into her mouth. James, not far behind, embraced Mary and
began kissing her trumpet like lips, although he had to stretch up a bit to
do it. Scott released Elsie and nudging James, shifted over to Mary.
James took his turn with Elsie. The women, first Mary and then Elsie, now
sat on the edge of the bed and seizing the stiff erection of the male in
front of them began tonguing, sucking, and licking the rose colored and
plum black colored rods. Scott and James groaned with pleasure, grasping
the heads of the women before them.
This went on some moments and then Scott said, "Lie back and scoot up a
bit." Both women did so, and he and James dropped to their knees and began
tonguing the women's clitorises. Mary and Elsie moaned, their hands
grasping the heads of their lovers, legs rubbing against each other as they
lay side by side on the bed. Man and boy kept it up until first Elsie and
then Mary groaned loudly, their bodies tensing as they achieved orgasm.
Both women were still panting when Scott rose, James following suit, and
with no further ado the man and boy crept onto the bed and plunged their
penises into the well moistened vaginas before them, Scott in Mary and
James in Elsie. The woman gasped and grunted but received the iron hard
rods. Scott and James now began pumping hard, looking at their rose and
purple black penises disappearing and appearing in the women, looking at
each other, their thighs and shoulders rubbing as they fucked. But a few
minutes of this and first James came, arching his back, slamming his round
black bottom forward and shooting his thirteen year old seed into Elsie,
and then Scott did the same, Mary's hands raking his back as he bucked and
pushed his groin into hers, shooting a heavy load of seed.
The men collapsed and tumbled off, but Scott made a point of having James
switch over to lie near Mary, while he lay down by Elsie's side, his arm
over her prominent breasts. The four joked, petted, kissed, and slowly
passion returned. Scott's penis was fully hard, but he noticed the
thirteen year old black boy was having difficulty. "I dunno, Masta," said
James, "if I can get it up!'
In answer Scott had James lie on top of Mary, the coal black woman kissing
him and massaging his back and buttocks. Scott lubricated his index finger
with the goose grease and then inserted it into James's anus. The black
boy groaned, his mouth fully occupied with Mary's. Gently, Scott massaged
James's prostate gland, and between that stimulation and Mary's
ministrations, in a moment James pulled away from Mary's mouth to say,
"Masta, I is up!" Now with no further ceremony Scott entered Mary and
James did the same for Elsie. Man and boy felt their penises slide into
place with the lubrication of the other's semen before them. Scott was
feeling a bit swallowed up by Mary's more corpulent body, but both man and
boy worked their hips valiantly, James setting up a furious pounding in
comparison with Scott's steady banging, and before long Scott came again,
groaning and pushing once. He was collapsing onto Elsie when James, after
a blur of pounding, finally came with a single shout and push, and then
collapse. Man and boy tumbled off and all four drifted to sleep in a
tangle of limbs.
Now to jump forward again, it is a few days after the last round of
fugitives departed safely. Construction at the Annex was complete, and the
members of the household now felt the luxury of spreading out, ready to
enact the traditional slaveholder's household for anyone knocking on the
door, everyone enjoying perfectly equal freedom behind closed doors
otherwise. The schoolroom sessions had progressed so that the residents
who had been there a while could now educate themselves by browsing the
libraries of both houses, and they did, greedily absorbing knowledge.
Scott continued to work with the newest arrivals but they were rapidly
reaching a state of being able to read and learn on their own as well.
Soon word came of another arrival of fugitives at the docks, so the
household began to prepare for their arrival. Scott, Cloud, and King
rumbled in the wagon down to the docks and soon identified the boat that
was carrying the fugitives. As Cloud followed Scott up the gangway onto
the boat, he whispered a warning: the same two policemen or marshalls were
standing not far away, watching. Cloud and Scott found the captain on
board and explained to him what was about to happen. Then they slipped
below to explain to the fugitives the transformation that would take place,
and working their magic, a family of a mother and father and two young boys
stepped out into the air and down the gangway as four burly male field
hands.
Scott and Cloud conducted them quickly to the wagon, and were just ushering
them beneath the canvas covering when Cloud muttered a warning again. The
two policemen were approaching. Scott muttered some quick instructions and
turned to face the threat. Beneath the canvas cover, Scott's magical
protection fell off, as did Cloud's, but the Indian boy stood ready to
exert all his will to effect a transformation back should it prove
necessary.
"You, sir!" cried one man. Scott stepped between them and the wagon and
politely asked him what his business was. "I...there...somethin's not
right," he said, clearly at a loss for words. "Marshall Towers, and my
deputy, Marshall Lane," he said, indicating the second man.
"What seems to be the problem, Marshall?" Scott asked, desperately striving
for an appearance of calm.
The marshall blustered for a moment and then said, "If we are lookin' for
four fugitives, you've got four. Seven, you've got seven," he blurted out.
"Are they the ones you are looking for?" asked Scott, his face a mask of
surprise and innocence. Here the marshall again blustered and said, "No.
No, they ain't. But I don't like it." Scott decided that to simply remain
silent, looking at him quizzically, was the best policy. The marshall
looked confused again and then snorted, saying "Watch yourself!" Scott
nodded and said, "Yes, thank you, I shall," but continued to look at the
marshalls as if they were suffering some affliction. He then turned and
leapt upon the wagon, whispering to King to drive off at a normal
speed. Cloud jumped on board as well. The marshalls continued looking at
them as they rolled away.
Scott's head was full of thoughts and calculations. He and Cloud watched
their surroundings vigilantly as they moved toward the slave merchant
quarters. Once there, Scott had an idea. He asked Cloud to take a walk
around the block, trying to detect whether any spies were watching. Upon
returning, Cloud thought nobody was there. So Scott made the decision to
move immediately to the house on Rue Dauphine, which he thought was more
secure under the circumstances than the merchant house. Now with as much
speed as they could decently make without seeming to be in flight, they
rolled off for the house. Transforming the fugitives, they conducted them
in through the kitchen door. King returned the wagon to the stable while
Scott and Cloud explained the possible danger. Members of the household
took charge, feeding and bathing the fugitives and showing them to quarters
in the left wing attic.
King had just returned and the fugitives were safely installed upstairs
when there was a knock on the door. James, going to open it, first peeked
through a curtain to see who it was, as a precaution. He quickly ran for
Scott, saying only "two men." Scott collected King and Cloud in a hurry
and exchanged a few words. He instructed James to open the door but to
keep them on the steps, then made slow progress toward the door while
behind him King ran into the library and out and Cloud ran up to the attic
servants' quarters.
On the steps were the two marshalls. "We want to search yer house fer them
fugitives" growled Towers. "What fugitives?" Scott asked, his expression
balanced between anger and innocence. "Fugitives we're lookin' fer,
s'posed to be coming through the port today," said Towers, who then
repeated, "we want to search yer house." "Have you a warrant?" asked
Scott. Now Towers swore briefly and snarled, "No, we ain't got no time fer
a warrant, but if ye make me get one it'll go badly fer ye."
Scott parried with them for a few more minutes, struggling not to pull his
pistol on the marshalls where they stood, buying time. But as they became
more threatening, he finally threw up his hands and agreed to a search.
The marshall blew a whistle and three more officers appeared from around
the corner to join them. "Call yer servants here," Tower said, entering the
house. That was unnecessary, as everyone was gathered nearby in fear.
Cloud and King were there as well, although Scott noted they were a bit out
of breath.
"Stay here," growled the marshall, and he directed his men to fan out
through the house. The members of the household huddled together, looking
at each other in fear and uncertainty; how could the marshalls avoid
finding the fugitives? They heard the sound of footsteps all over the
house, and then the sound of them climbing the stairs in the distance to
the servants' quarters. In a moment they heard footsteps coming back down,
then further down the staircase to the wine cellar door which they heard
squeal open. Then silence, and after a few moments the door squealed again
as it shut.
The herd of marshalls came through on their way to the central wing...and
then to the right wing...and then after what seemed like hours, back to the
group huddled in the entry way.
"What's thet schoolroom fer?" growled Tower. "I take in students from time
to time to supplement my income," lied Scott. The other members of the
household continued looking at each other in amazement, and whispering: why
had the fugitives not been discovered? The marshalls went to check the
kitchen building, but returned quickly. Tower seemed beside himself, but
he could do nothing. He huffed and grumbled and then turning on his heel,
led his men out of the house. The minute James had shut and locked the
door behind them, the whole household burst into a whispered flurry of
discussion, everyone talking at once, wondering: what happened to the
fugitives? All except for King, who slipped back out into the left wing.
The sound of the wine cellar door being opened was hidden by the people's
discussion, and the door to the secret cellar library being opened and then
shut was too far hidden to be detected.
In a moment, King led the fugitives back into the central wing, where the
household gasped and laughed to see them, circling around them
protectively, and wondering aloud as to what had happened. Scott held up
his hands for quiet. "There is a secret library in the cellar beneath this
wing, just beneath us as a matter of fact," he said. "It contains many
books of magic. Cloud and King and I know about it, the rest of you have
not. That is where King took the fugitives," he said. "I think, however,
we will not tell you how to access it. If this happens again, none of you
will be in a position to be able to reveal its location should someone
attempt to force you," Scott concluded. Everyone nodded and agreed to the
wisdom of this plan.
Relief had broken like a wave over the group. The fugitives were nearly
trembling with both fear and relief, and were tenderly shown back to the
quarters to rest. The household continued about its business for the day,
but James, Niobe, Sampson, and Delilah arranged to peep often through
curtains to keep a constant watch on the street in case the authorities
returned. Scott and Cloud searched through their books to obtain spells of
protection and concealment, which they spent most of the day draping over
the house like a magical blanket. Exercising great ingenuity, James and
Sampson strung twine with bells attached across windows and doorways to
sound the alarm should there be a break-in, and the household discussed the
wisdom of getting dogs for protection.
As people were heading off for bed, Scott and King found themselves side by
side, peering out through the shuttered windows of the second floor central
wing verandah onto the street. Scott put a friendly arm around the big
black man and said, "We did well today, my friend." King chuckled and
nodded, then looked at Scott and said, "It's been a while, Master!" Scott
looked back and they both laughed, then with no further word they stepped
across the hall and into Scott's bedroom.
There they quietly embraced for a long time, holding each other close,
exchanging sweet kisses, feeling the beating of the other's heart through
their clothing. This moved to a gentle, leisurely removal of clothing and
then another long embrace standing up, cream and deep chocolate skin
against skin, stiff rose and plum black penises side by side standing
straight up between abdomens pressing insistently into each other, hands
sliding up and down backs, kneading buttocks. Now their mouths met, lips
were sucked in between lips, tongues slid into the other mouth to slide
along teeth and tongue.
Breathing heavily, King moved to the bed, lying face down and flat. His
round, rolling, flat sided buttocks gave Scott a perfect target. Scott
knelt between King's thighs and oiled the knob of his rampant angry rose
penis, then slid his oiled fingers into the tight crevice between King's
rounded buttocks and oiled that passageway and his anus. Then getting into
position he slid his penis down through that valley to the anus, pushed at
the door, and entered. King gave a grunt as Scott continued a smooth
transition all the way in. Completely landed, Scott stretched out fully on
King's back and slid his arms around the massive black man and underneath
him to grasp the thick pads of his chest muscles and then held on, hugging
tightly, as Scott set up a rhythm of pounding with his buttocks. Nibbling
the massive shoulder blades of the chocolate brown man beneath him, Scott
pumped and pumped and pumped. Now Scott threw his legs to the outside of
King's thighs and pulled them together, squeezing his penis within the
tight confines of the black man's buttocks so that his penis was entirely
enclosed either by rectum or buttock as it slid back and forth. Before
long Scott could feel his orgasm coming from far away and began pumping
frantically, then he roared once and slammed tight against the black man's
bottom, pulling himself down hard into King's body as every muscle in his
body tensed, pumping his seed into the bottom below. Finished, Scott
slumped, kissing and biting the deep chocolate brown shoulders, hugging
tightly, and then rolled over, his penis sliding out of King's anus and
buttocks with a plop, lying on his back to await the black man's
instructions.
Wasting no time, King first kissed the white man passionately again, and
then put himself between Scott's thighs, squatting on his haunches and
pushing Scott's thighs up against his torso. King lubricated Scott's anus
with the grease, and put some on his own knob although it was leaking so
much clear fluid it hardly seemed necessary. Then King slowly eased the
bulb of his massive plum black penis into Scott's anus. Scott gasped but
reached forward to grasp King's forearms as if to pull him in. The black
man gently pushed the rest of his massive thick cock in, and Scott gasped
again, squirming on the bed. King paused a moment and then, still on his
haunches, began pumping back and forth, a towering black god positioned at
Scott's bottom, his big hands holding Scott's legs back. Both men locked
gazes, a wordless love passing between them. King began pounding harder,
not more quickly but harder with each forward thrust, so that the bed
shook, and then for a quick moment he did pick up speed and then arching
his back and throwing his head back he roared as his orgasm came, slamming
forward and bucking three or four times as he shot his seed into the white
man. He swayed there, his deep chocolate torso still erect, for a moment
and then slumped forward onto Scott, the white man's legs going down to
each side, the big black penis sliding out, the head of black crinkly hair
resting on Scott's cream colored chest.
There they rested, murmuring soft, sweet words to each other, hands holding
on to each other with a sense of need, and then feel asleep in that way.
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